For a while, many years ago, I gave up on the world. I was lost and my heart was in the bleakest place. My Mum’s love shone a light in there and somehow found a seedling of hope amidst the overcrowded stuff.
I went away and in the summer of ‘83 I began a new journey - one which brought the peace I had longed for - not because I acquired something but because I started out on a path which is about ‘unfolding’ to a peace which is actually always here ... learning to let go, rather than adding extra ‘stuff’.
Mum looked after the 4 of us all on her own from when I was 5 years old. Divorce was rare back then and financial help for single mothers didn’t exist. Mum had about 3 jobs to keep us going. She was amazing - strong, courageous, honest, open-hearted, bundles of fun and so loving.
She was my heartbeat and I am endlessly grateful. She died when I was 24.